I cock an eyebrow in question.
“You’ll see. Be patient.”
“I don’t typically have a lube issue,” I remind him.
He kisses my shoulder, over the pink flowers there, and down to my chest.
“Just trust me. You’ll see. First, I want to kiss your beautiful body.” His lips trail down to nibble and pull on my left nipple, then beneath my breast to my bra line and over to the other.
Dear God, that’s sensitive.
“Is that more sensitive than your nipple?” he asks in surprise.
“I guess so,” I murmur and shimmy my hips in anticipation. “Who knew?”
“Well, now we do,” he replies and drags his nose around my breast in a wide circle, nibbling the underside of each mound, making me moan. “Oh, I’m going to enjoy this.”
He grins up at me and continues on his journey lower, to my piercing and lower still, but instead of burying his face in my pussy when he spreads my legs, his lips trail over my hip and down my thigh to my knee. His tongue circles the kneecap, and then he plants firm, wet kisses down the rest of my leg to my foot.
He’s kneeling between my legs and brings my foot up to his mouth, pressing a kiss to the arch.
“Oh my,” I breathe.
“Another spot, huh?”
“Oh yeah.”
“So noted.” He bites the arch gently, kisses it again and then moves to the other foot, paying it the same attention.
My hips are moving, and I’m squirming beneath him. White-hot heat has pooled in my belly, making me long for him to be inside me.
“Matt,” I groan.
“Yes, my love,” he replies, making me still and find his eyes with my wide ones. He tilts his head, watching my reaction, then kisses his way back up my leg, over my hip and up my side. When he’s covering me with his body, he’s careful to hold his hips away from mine, not touching me with his cock at all, and whispers against my lips, “What were you going to say?”
“I need you,” I breathe.
He grins and licks my bottom lip. “You’ll have me, little one. I’m going to flip you over. You’ll rest on your elbows.”
“But I want—”
“I didn’t ask, Nicole,” he interrupts, making my heart skip a beat. His eyes narrow in on my neck. “You like it when I dominate you like this, don’t you, baby?”
I nod wordlessly, panting, a big quivering mess.
Fuck yes, and I had no idea it’s something I could like!
He grins against my lips and then suddenly sits back and flips me effortlessly onto my stomach, hooks one arm under my hips, boosting me up on my knees, resting forward on my elbows.
My hands are still tied and useless, and if I thought I felt vulnerable before, it was nothing compared to this.
Nothing.
I can’t see him. I can only feel him, hear him.
His hands pull firmly down my back to my ass, kneading my muscles, making me groan. “I love your body, too, Nicole. Your body is firm and small, but your ass is round and fits my hands perfectly.” He cups the globes in his hands and spreads the cheeks, exposing my core. “Your pussy is gorgeous. Pink.”
His breath is right there, at my opening, and I just know he’s going to lick me, suck my lips until I can’t stand it anymore, and I’m not disappointed.
He licks me in one long, fluid motion from clit to anus and back down again, then back up to run that talented tongue around my labia. I can feel myself swell under his touch. I grip the sheets in my hands and push back, not shy about asking for more of him.
“Do you know how much I thought of you last night, baby?” he asks as he inserts two fingers into my pussy and lazily circles them, brushing over my sweet spot. “I thought of doing this to you last night, tied up and begging me for more.”
God, I love his dirty mouth!
“I love how your cunt clenches around my fingers.” He kisses my right ass cheek. “My tongue.” Kisses my left cheek. “My cock.”
He sucks on my clit for just a millisecond, and when I cry out, begging him for more, he just continues to circle those fingers in my pussy.
“I don’t want you to come yet. I have more planned for you.”
He’s going to fucking kill me.
He plants his lips over my clit again, making me crazy, then pulls away right before I’m about to come.
“Matt!”
“Patience,” he croons.
“I want you!”
“I know, and I love it.” He kisses my ass again, then the small of my back, and begins to kiss up my spine, between my shoulders, my neck and then covers me with his body, one hand still planted with his fingers inside me, and rests his lips next to my ear. “Do you remember when we read your book, about two men fucking one woman?”
“Yes.”
“And you said that you’d like to know what it feels like?”
I nod my head, but he bites my earlobe and growls, “Words.”
“Yes, I remember.”
“You are mine. This”—he wiggles his fingers inside me, making me bite my lip—“is mine. But I’m going to show you what having both of your holes fucked at the same time feels like. Are you ready?”
“God, yes,” I reply immediately.
He chuckles and kisses his way down my back. I hear him uncap the lube and suddenly feel cold liquid pouring down my asshole.
“It’s cold.” I chuckle, but somehow, even that is hot as hell.
“I’ll warm you up,” he replies and pulls his fingers from my pussy up to my slippery ass, just playing with the very outside. “How does that feel?”
“Weird, but good,” I reply. I lean down, resting my cheek on the bed, pushing my ass higher in the air, ready for whatever he’s about to give me.
He guides his cock into my pussy, sliding easily inside me, burying himself balls-deep with a low growl. “God, Nic, you’re so fucking tight.”
I clench around him, hard, unable to stop my muscles from hugging him, pulling him even deeper. His fingers are still circling my ass, rubbing, until he slips one inside, knuckle-deep and stills.
“That’s just one, baby.”
“Oh God, Matt!” It feels so full, so…amazing.
He begins to move, slowly pumping his rock-hard dick in and out of me, dragging the head over my sweet spot, helping me climb higher and higher.
“Tell me when you’re getting close. I don’t want you to go over yet.”
“Matt!” I cry again.
“Tell me.”
“I’m going to…”
He stills, breathing hard.
Sweat has broken out over my body, and I can barely catch my breath, but I don’t even care. If he doesn’t start to move, I’m going to maim him.
He pulls out halfway, and another finger joins the first, then he slams home again, stretching me even further.
“Holy fuck!” I cry out.
“You’re doing so great, baby.” He leans down and kisses my back, and then begins to move again, fucking me in long, measured strokes.
It’s bloody amazing.
And then he begins to move his hand opposite of his dick, filling and emptying me in tandem, until I’m screaming and begging, for what I have no idea.
I’m not even sure I’m speaking English.
“Now, baby. Now you can come.”
I rock my hips back, and when his free arm circles my waist and his fingers brush over my clit, I’m lost. I cry out, my body exploding in white heat, bearing down on him and calling out his name.
Both of his hands are gliding up and down my back now. He’s buried balls-deep and unmoving, letting me ride out the rest of my orgasm. Finally, he pulls out of me and turns me to my back and quickly unties my hands.
“I need your hands on me,” he pants, untying his knots as quickly as possible.
“Need to touch you,” I agree, and when I’m freed, I cup his face and kiss him deeply.
He plunges inside me and braces himself on his elbows, wrapp
ing himself around me as if he just can’t get close enough.
“I love you, little one,” he whispers against my lips.
I still and snap my eyes open, staring into his deep-blue ones. My heart thumps against his chest as he pulls his hips back, sliding out of me almost completely, then pushing back inside me again. I bite my lip and feel tears form in the corners of my eyes.
“Give in to this, Nic. Let me prove to you that I will be one of the best decisions you ever make.”
He brushes his lips over my cheeks, wiping away the tears that are falling as I watch this amazing man above me.
But what if I can’t give him everything he deserves?
“I love you, too,” I whisper and wrap my arms around his neck, clinging to him.
He buries his face in my neck and quickens his pace, chanting my name, and words of love, as he finally lets go, succumbing to his own orgasm.
He pulls out, kisses me one last time before sauntering into the bathroom, where water starts to run. A few moments later, he returns with a warm washcloth. After he cleans me, he hugs me to him. I’m resting on his chest, and he brushes my hair with his fingers, kissing my forehead.
“How do you feel?” he whispers.
Wrecked. Emotionally wrung dry. Physically consumed.
“I don’t know if I have the words,” I reply.
“Give them to me anyway.”
I bury my nose in his chest, then look up into his face and brace my head on my hands, watching him. “I feel good.”
He nods and then chuckles. “Not really the reaction I was going for, but okay.”
I climb up him and cup his face in my hands, looking him in the eyes, needing to give him the words, and suddenly determined to do my best to give him what he needs.
“I feel full, Matt. Physically and mentally. I feel like we’ve turned a corner that we can never turn back from, and I’m terrified and excited at the same time. I’m just trying to come to terms with it all in my head, but I want you to know that you have me.”
His face softens, and he nuzzles my nose with his. “And you have me, baby.”
Chapter Fifteen
~Matt~
“Take it back off. Now.” I stare at her eyes in the reflection of the mirror and have to physically hold myself back from stalking to her, pulling her out of that dress and fucking her against the mirror.
Hmm…fucking her against the mirror.
“We have to be there in an hour.” She laughs and shakes her head. “And I had to actually work to look like this, so you don’t get to mess it up until we get home later.”
I cock my head and smile.
Challenge accepted.
I’m going to give Bailey a big fat kiss when I see her next. She and Nic went shopping for this masterpiece yesterday, and according to Nic, Bailey had to talk her into it.
Thank Christ she did.
The dress is sage green and gray, strapless, showing off her insanely sexy tattoo. There is beaded fringe at the bottom, like an old-fashioned clapper dress from the forties, which is the only thing about it that makes it decent, because the hemline is a bit shorter than I’m comfortable with.
I’m going to fuck her in that dress.
With her panties tied around her wrists behind her back.
I adjust myself, not trying to be discreet, and watch as Nic applies her lipstick, hooks silver hoops into her ears, and then turns to get my approval.
Dear God, she’s fucking gorgeous.
“Do I look okay?” she asks with a smile.
“It’s not fair to be more beautiful than the bride-to-be,” I tell her with a sober expression.
“That’s an old line if ever I heard one.” She laughs and retrieves her small purse, tosses her phone, wallet and lipstick inside and shrugs. “I’m ready.”
“It wasn’t a line,” I say. “You are stunning. And I’ll have to murder my brothers just for looking at you tonight.”
“Trust me.” She laughs. “Your brothers are completely happy with the women they have.”
I lean in and kiss her neck gently, enjoying the shiver that moves through her.
“I love it when you wear blue,” she murmurs, sliding her hand down my button-down shirt.
“You do?”
“It makes your eyes look even more blue, if that’s possible.”
“Let’s go before I—” My phone interrupts me.
“I hope that’s not your job,” she says. “Not today.”
“It’s not. It’s Jules. What’s up, bean?”
“We’re at the hospital,” she begins, her voice heavy with tears.
“Are you hurt?” I ask, narrowing my eyes. My gut clenches in fear.
“No, it’s not me.” She sniffs. I can hear a baby crying in the background. “It’s Nat.”
“What happened?” Nic frowns, looping her arm around my waist, listening and worried, and I wrap my arm around her shoulders, soaking up her support and love.
“Natalie is bleeding, Matt. She could lose the baby.”
“Fuck.”
“Everyone’s on the way here. The party is canceled.”
“We’ll be there in fifteen. Are you at Harborview?”
“Yes.” She sniffs again and then sobs. “Oh, Matty, what if she loses the baby?”
“Is Nate with you?”
There’s a shifting, and Nate’s voice comes through the receiver. “I’m here. I have Julianne. Stacy and Bryn’s parents took all the kids home except Livie. Luke’s parents and yours are on the way.”
“Nic and I are on the way, too. We’ll be there in a few.”
“Drive safe.”
He clicks off the line, and I shove my phone in my pocket and pull Nic into my arms, holding her tight. “It’s Nat.”
“I heard. You should go.”
I frown down at her and cup her face in my hands. “You’re coming.”
“It’s a family emergency, Matt…”
“You’re coming,” I repeat. “I need you there.”
She nods, and I take her hand, guiding her out of the apartment and down to my car. The five-minute drive to the hospital is one of the longest of my life, comparable only to when Brynna and the girls were in their accident several months ago.
Nic reaches over and takes my hand in hers, laces our fingers and squeezes reassuringly.
Fuck, I love her.
“I’m glad you’re here,” I murmur and kiss the back of her hand.
“Nat’s going to be okay,” she states firmly. “And the baby, too.”
I smile and nod and silently pray that she’s right.
When I pull up to the hospital, I park my car at the curb by the emergency room and lead Nic from the car.
“We can’t leave the car here.”
“Yes, we can. I work with this hospital regularly. They won’t tow me.”
“Okay.” She shrugs.
I glance down at her and grin. Her legs look amazing in those heels.
“I’m looking for Natalie Williams,” I inform the registrar, who meets us in the ambulance bay.
“I don’t think we have a Natalie Williams in the ER, detective.” She says. “Is an ambulance on the way?”
“She’s probably on the floor,” he informs her. “Can you find her?”
“Oh, sure, let me check.” She types on her keyboard and bites her lip then smiles. “There she is. Room 402. Do you know how to get up there?”
“I do. Thanks,” I reply and walk through the ER, through the back hallway to the elevator.
“Geez, you just walk through here like you own the place,” Nic comments with a laugh.
“Asher and I are here on cases quite a bit.” I smile down at her as we wait for the elevator.
“Where is Asher’s wife?” she asks softly.
“She passed away about three years ago.” My gut clenches as I think back to that dark time for my partner. “She was in an accident.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry.” She blinks quickly, and I can se
e that she truly means the words. “Poor Casey.”
“It was rough on both of them,” I agree. “They’re doing better now, but it hasn’t been an easy road.”
“Does he have family here?”
The elevator doors open, and we climb aboard.
“No, his family is in New York. He’s been talking about going back home to be near his family, for help with Casey.”
“That would be a tough decision to make.”
The thought of losing my partner is as appealing as the thought of losing my right arm.
We can hear Livie wailing as we leave the elevator and walk toward the waiting room. Jules is holding the fussy toddler, bouncing and crooning to her, but Livie won’t be placated.
The room is full of family all dressed for a formal party, some sitting, some standing, all pretty much quiet.
Will and Meg are talking with Mark, Sam and Leo in one corner. Isaac and Stacy are standing with Caleb and Brynna while Nate and Dominic both try to help Jules quiet Liv.
“Matty!” Jules cries and walks to me immediately, leaning into me, cradling Livie to her. “Oh my God, it was so terrifying!”
“Okay, shush now, bean.” I take Olivia from her, hold her to my chest, and she rests her head on my shoulder, takes a long, shuddering breath and sighs.
“Why wouldn’t she do that for me? She loves me,” Jules sobs.
“She knows you’re worried and upset, Jules. It makes her upset, too. Now take a deep breath and fill me in.”
“We were driving to the vineyard,” she begins. “We were maybe five minutes out of the city, and suddenly Nat said that she had to go potty, and we all know how it can be when you’re pregnant. When you have to pee, you have to pee.” She swallows and wipes her tears from her cheeks.
Nic takes Jules’ hand in hers, and if I wasn’t already in love with her, it would have happened right then.
“We pulled over so she could use the restroom,” Nate says. “And she came out saying she was bleeding. So we turned right around and came straight here. They started some tests in the ER but brought her up to this floor because, regardless of the results, they’ll want to keep her at least one night.”
“Any idea at all what’s going on?” I ask and pat Liv’s back. She’s fallen asleep on me now, making little sucking motions with her heart-shaped lips.
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